Falling All Over Again

2.0 | sunset

"SOMEONE HELP ME zip my dress up," Emerson is yelling from in the bathroom while I apply a thick layer of mascara to my eyelashes.

I weave throughout the other girls, barging into the bathroom and walking over to a half-naked Emerson.

"You look hot, L."

"I try," I respond, flipping my chocolate brown locks over my shoulder. My dress is a beautiful silky turquoise green. It's backless, the top of the back sitting just above my underwear line. Two silky string pieces tie together in a bow at my lower back, just above that. My hair is pulled into a wavy ponytail, and my makeup a bronze, gold shimmer.

I walk over to Emerson and grasp the zip of the grape-coloured dress, zipping it up slowly.

"I can't believe how perfect this dress is for you." It hugs her body tightly, showcasing her perfect figure that even I was a little jealous of.

She laughs and grabs my hand, and we stumble out of the bathroom in our ridiculously high heels. Alice is doing a last minute sew up of Savannah's dress that has slightly torn at the strap.

"Stupid shop, I'm never buying from them again!"

"Shh, it'll be fine now," Alice is reassuring her.

"Guys, are you ready to go downstairs yet? The boys have probably been waiting for, oh, I don't know, an hour now?" I laugh, imagining them lying around on the couches, bored.

"They'll probably be well drunk," Alice teases back. "I bet they've already gone through a whole bottle of champagne."

"I bet they've gone through two," I laugh back as I reach for her hand in a silent agreement, and we shake.

"We'll see."

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Downstairs, I can see two nearly empty bottles, and I laid my hand out for Alice and felt the roll of twenties being rightfully placed into it. I shove them into my bra.

We reach the bottom and using my clutch, I whack a swaying Noah upside the back of his head. "Pull yourself together Noah. This is tragic," I whisper-snarl at him, cackling slightly at the sight of him.

We all pile into the limo outside, where the girls pop another bottle open, and Sav makes sure no boys hands go near it. "No more for you, Arlo," she scolds as his hands wander towards the bottle.

The limo pulls into a street and you can hear the music booming from a huge three-story house at the end. We stop, and stare at the house for a minute, marvelling at the lit up place. Not nearly as large as ours, but impressive, none the less.

Piling out of the car, we agree to just meet back at school tomorrow. We hop out and stand on the footpath. Before long other people begin to notice us standing there, and the whispering starts up.

"They actually showed up?"

"This sure is a party we'll remember! Once in a lifetime!"

We slowly begin to make our way towards the house and before long, we make it to the front door where Arlo wastes no time banging it open.

People nearby turn in annoyance to see who is disrupting them, before they realise who was and the stares of amazement start up again.

"What the hell are you all looking at? Let's get this party fucking started," Arlo screams out, running inside.

I chuckle to myself. Arlo sure loves to party.

The group disperses and I take a moment to sink into the atmosphere. People are grinding, dancing, drinking, talking. It's your typical high school party.